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Hey y'all! I'm back!

After being without internet for quite a while after the elusive and too-good-for-network-password having "Terry" moved out of my building (or so I think), my roommates and I decided to take the plunge and purchase internet for ourselves! Crazy!

And it comes with cable and home phone service because it's cheaper that way which totally makes sense.... EXCEPT IT DOESN'T AT ALL. Anyway, the self install kit arrived today and after my roommate and I figured out how to install the damn thing we were immediately sucked into two full hours of surfing the web, as it were, with a Khloe and Lamar marathon playing in the background. Only makes sense after going without internet for a couple weeks and then all of a sudden having both internet and cable. Gotta get our fill. Before I could pretty much only watch PBS cooking shows unless it was a Sunday which meant intense, focused effort was put into adjusting the antenna to watch football.

After realizing I had spent way too much time hearing about whether Lamar should go play basketball in Turkey (don't tell me you've never seen any Kardashian shows, you know what I'm talking about), I decided to go read because that would make me feel.... wholesome-r??

I'm reading Just Kids by Patti Smith right now. I mailed it to my mom for her birthday a few months ago and she gave it back to me to read because she already had a copy. So now I awkwardly have a book that says "Happy Birthday Mom! Seeya soon!" in the front. So far, it's really great. I just read the quote below that I am gonna try to remember about everytime I think something about my apartment is shitty.

After paying deposit on their new apartment:

"We had the entire second floor, with windows facing east and west, but its aggressively seedy condition was out of my range of experience. The wall were smeared with bloody and psychotic scribbling, the oven crammed with discarded syringes, and the refridgerator overrun with mold."

Just when this book had gotten me all romaticisin' about New York in the 60s.....

(BTW, Terry, if you're out there, you are amazing! I love that you didn't password protect. We all gotta share with each other in this crazy world. I would totally not password protect except that my service forces me too. And viruses and things like that. But its totally not a financial thing. Universal message of this story: Let's share, World!)